20-25 years ago one of my buddies and I were driving around one night and turned into a field full of pigs. I handed him a 357 magnum as I closed distance and trailed behind one in the mule. He emptied the revolver so we went back to the cabin and grabbed a 357 lever gun and returned to the same field, to my surprise they were still there so we did the same thing, again until he was empty. So we went back again, found a box of buckshot and filled the tube on a 12 ga and headed back. To my amazement, they were still there. Again, closing the distance, close enough the dirt they were kicking up was landing on us behind them and he went through the box of buckshot. Total dead 0. My ribs hurt from laughing so much though. He drives now.